going to happen? Heâd turn around and come back in to the dance?â
âNothing I could have done after that would have made a difference,â Eddie said. âMother was going to be disappointed in me regardless. She always is.â
âBecause you donât try,â John said.
âI do. I try, and I fail. And she likes it that way. I donât think sheâd know what to do if I proved competent at something.â
John sat beside her on the couch and frowned. âAt least you got to dance,â he said.
âIt was actually a bit . . . fun,â Eddie allowed. âI enjoyed myself, until the Lord Averdale Disaster.â
âMore like the Debutante Debacle,â John said, nudging her with his shoulder.
âThe Marigold Mayhem?â Eddie suggested.
âThe Frantic Frock Foofaraw.â
âNow youâre just being silly,â Eddie scolded, and gave a sniff. Her incipient tears were in retreat, at least.
âIt was good practice,â he said. âHeâs a good stepping stone.â
âWhat?â
âA stepping stone. Heâs so damn awkward it wonât matter what you do around him. You can use him as practice, and to put Averdale off. He wonât court you if he thinks youâre interested in his nephew.â
âI donât want to put Averdale off,â Eddie said, horrified.
âHeâs fat and old.â
âHeâs the best Iâm ever going to do.â
âThatâs just Mother talking,â John said.
âYouâre the one who was agreeing with her earlier,â Eddie snapped.
âI wasnât agreeing. Just suggesting that you try to keep her happy,â John said.
âAnd youâre not being kind to Mr. Blackwood. He was charming.â
âOh, please. The manâs barely warm-blooded. Heâs some kind of lizard in human clothing, I swear,â John said, half laughing. âOne timeââ
âShut
up
,â Eddie said. She stood. âYou are being cruel. And I am quite familiar with such cruelties, as I endure them on a regular basis. Heâs strange and awkward and wordy, and Iâm ugly and clumsy and stuck-up.â
âYouâre not stuck-up.â
âEveryone thinks so, since Iâm not allowed to talk to them, on account of my profound lack of wit,â Eddie said. She crossed her arms and glared at him. âIâm going to bed. And I donât want to hear you say anything bad about Mr. Blackwood again, do you hear me?â
He laughed. âFine. Whatever you wish, darling sister. You always did have strange taste.â
âSometimes I think youâre as bad as they are,â she said, and stormed out of the room.
***
Ezekiel collapsed into an armchair in the drawing room with a groan, removing his spectacles so that he could pinch the bridge of his nose. âThat was a disaster,â he said.
âIt wasnât a disaster,â Sophie chided him, curling up in her favorite seat opposite. Her parents had passed a few years prior, and she had lived with their uncle ever since. Ezekiel had entertained fantasies of her coming to live with
him
, but he could not blame her for choosing Lord Averdaleâs guardianship over his fatherâs. âYou danced. With someone other than
me
. I would think I had been dreaming, if there werenât so many witnesses.â
âItâs not as if itâs the first time.â
âYes, but all the other times I had to bully you into it,â Sophie said. âThis time you only needed coaxing. Itâs progress.â
âI donât see why you should insist on the endeavor at all,â Ezekiel said. âI have no need of dancing, or of speaking with women. I intend to devote my life to my studies. I donât need any female companionship for that.â
âOh, please. Youâd be an intellectual pauper without me,â Sophie said, tossing her head.